This is a beverage of a certain kind,
A cocktail of this and that sweetened,
The proof of which is irrelevant.
Shaken or stirred, it will encourage you
To reveal yourself, unburden yourself,
To unwind. It begins with conversation.
Dialogue sips to monologue, a script
Inventing itself--few thoughts to think.
You are looking for ships to sink, lips loose
Words like torpedoes cutting beneath
Perfunctory waves and greetings. You sense
There Is danger growing accustomed to truth.
It creates an expectation, an anticipation that
Can only lead to disappointment. No lie.
Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona. He is the author of two poetry collections: Planet Mort (2024) and Simple Arithmetic & Other Artifices (2014). His poems have appeared in numerous online and print venues. He was formerly dean at the Montana State University library.
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